Shameless(33)

Our breaths come out like little puffs of smoke in the cold air.

I smile as I wipe water out of my eyes. “Better to be safe than sorry. But we should get out of these wet clothes before we catch pneumonia. Why don’t you hit the shower first? It’s too late for coffee, right?” It has to be after midnight.

She thinks a long, hard minute as she shivers. “Probably. But dang, coffee sounds good.”

“How about some tea? Or hot chocolate?”

Her eyes brighten. “I’d love some hot chocolate! Check above the coffee maker. I think we have those little marshmallows.”

She smiles, and I grin back like an idiot. I just ran around in some cold-ass rain for an hour, but one look from this girl, and I’d do it all over again.

Her small hands start to unbutton her coat. She’s still wearing that dress. Only now she’s sporting work boots.

I help her take off her coat, which is about fifteen pounds heavier since it’s drenched. I drape it over a chair so it can dry on the porch as she kicks off her boots. Motioning for her to get in the house, I follow behind. She turns to me as she reaches for the light in the bathroom. It backlights her so she glows, and it stops me in my tracks.

She’s so f*cking beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed and her skin is damp. Wet tendrils of hair stick to her neck.

And that dress. Goddamn. The fabric is glued to her like a second skin, and even though the dress is black, it’s hard to miss her nipples standing at attention. Especially since her chest is heaving from the cold.

Fuck me.

I had a hell of a time not kissing her earlier, and seeing her like this is not helping.

“I’m going to grab us those drinks,” I mumble, stalking away before I beg her to let me join her in the shower. Because the thought of her naked body, soapy and slick, has me hard enough to pound nails.

By the time we swap places, I’ve barely managed to get the milk microwaved, but at least the boner crisis has subsided.

Until I step into the shower that smells just like her.

My resistance, which has been hanging by a very fine thread, finally snaps.

There’s only so much shit I can deal with in one day. I may not be able to act on my attraction to her, but at least I can take the edge off so I don’t strip her bare and f*ck her against a wall.

For the first time since I’ve met her, I really let myself think about Kat, the gorgeous woman who’s been here for me since the moment I walked through that front door. Have I really only known her five days? Jesus. I feel like I’ve been here weeks, not days. Everything about our situation is intense. I shouldn’t be surprised that the vibe between us is too.

I ignore the strange emotion darting around in my chest. This, thinking about her while I rub one out, has to be purely physical. It can’t be more. Nothing about our relationship can mean more.

Leaning against the shower wall with one hand, I close my eyes as the hot water beats against my skin. My dick bounces against my stomach, and I grip it hard as I give into the fantasy.

She fills my vision with her honey-colored eyes and pouty lips. With that taut body and round ass. With those toned legs and full breasts.

I think about what it would feel like to have that sexy mouth on me. How she’d writhe when I bite her pretty pink nipples.

My cock swells as I imagine her wet curves fitting against me. The sounds she’d make as I lick up her sweet center.

The way she’d moan before chanting my name.

The rush of making her come hard.

And that’s all it takes.



The kitchen is dark when I get done with my shower, so I head to the office. Two cups of hot chocolate sit on the coffee table, but Kat is sound asleep. She’s curled up on half of the couch while her damp hair drips down her arms. I close my eyes so I don’t stare at her like a creep.

Reaching over, I take off her glasses and set them on the coffee table.

Damn. I don’t want to wake her up, but where am I supposed to sleep? I’m sure as shit not using Cal’s bed, and I think it would be a little weird if Kat woke up tomorrow morning and found me passed out in her room.

I grab a blanket and drape it over her. If the goose bumps on her arms are any indication, she’s freezing. It’s chilly in here, and she’s just wearing thin sweat pants and a t-shirt.

Which reminds me that I need to figure out the problem with the heating vents so she doesn’t catch pneumonia in her bedroom.

But first, where do I sleep tonight?

My brain feels like mush, especially after the tequila, that shower, and my impromptu jerk-off session. I’m ready to pass out. When my eyes land on the hot chocolate, though, I can’t resist taking a sip. Goddamn. It’s good.

After a minute, I set down the mug and debate what to do. Briefly, I consider the couch in the living room but dismiss it when I remember the broken springs that would probably poke a hole in my ass.

Deciding I need to sit, I park myself on the far end of the couch, opposite Kat. When I lean back, I’m surprised when it gives more than I expect.

It only took you five days to figure out that it’s a lounger, dumbass.

After grabbing another blanket, I settle in.

The rain beats against the windows, creating an hypnotic sound. I’m pretty sure I pass out a minute after my head hits the cushion. I’m hoping I can sleep into next week.

But I bolt upright when a scream cuts through the silence.